Chapter 83: The Last Duel
The bullet blasted through the back of Revolver’s skull and came out of his forehead.
Yuan’s revolver exploded in his hand, its broken pieces flying across the desert and its shrapnel piercing his palm. The weapon that signaled the beginning of his Gunsoul half-life had served its purpose.
Not even the iron skin of the Gun, which had resisted almost all of Yuan’s attacks earlier, could resist Arc’s masterpiece. It blew a fist-sized hole straight through Revolver’s metal brain in a shot of heavenly light and continued its course through the desert, eventually hitting the ground and worming its way deep into the earth’s bowels.
The impact blew the Gun’s malice away. Its malignant qi left Revolver’s body in a wave of bloodcurdling ghostly winds. They shrieked into Yuan’s ears with the last wails of a million victims and the countless gunshots that slew them. He covered his face to protect himself from the vile miasma flowing out of the defeated demigod of ultraviolence.
When Yuan lowered his wounded hand, Revolver’s body laid on the ground at his feet. Though his ally hadn’t regained his true appearance, Yuen sensed none of the Gun’s evil dwelling within him. The demigod’s spirit had been violently expelled from its host.
For a brief instant, Yuan stood still, his body frozen with tension. Was it over at last?
Revolver did not rise to challenge him, and he could feel none of the Gun’s foul essence within him… yet the demigod’s power continued to hang over the desert like an ominous smog. Yuan had done everything right, hadn’t he?
So why did his bullet-core continue to pulse in alarm?
His eyes settled on the hole he blew in Revolver’s head, at that tunnel of iron flesh and nerves. He noticed something pulsating within the leftmost part of the temporal lobe; a seed of lead which Arc’s final projectile had grazed but not destroyed.